He shouldn't have said that. Mateo was really not thinking about his own words. He just wanted Melvin to feel the same anger that he was. And it didn't quite work out as well as he had planned.
His body had waves of pleasure as soon as the man pulled him by his hair. Mateo was not in control of the situation at all. Everything was fast, then slow, the torture never seemed to end. Sometimes he would be given a small break, and sometimes he would just be met with more pain.
That wasn't the most frustrating part about it, though. The most frustrating part was that he had was so turned on by the end of the night, and it ended with nothing for him there. He was just told to get out, and never come back.
Mateo didn't quite know if Melvin meant it or not when he said that, though. It seemed like he was enjoying himself too. Being on his knees, Melvin could see something in those dark pants. This couldn't be the first time he had gotten a sexual thrill from doing this. It was his profession, and he talked so highly about the craft.
When Mateo got outside, he saw that the sun was coming up. He couldn't believe that it lasted the whole night. He couldn't believe time moved so fast in there. He was sore almost everywhere on his body, but it felt like something had been released inside of him. He felt calmer than normal. A calm that didn't come from a lack of sleep.
As quickly as he could, Mateo rushed home. There was still something that he desperately had to take care of, and it wasn't going to just disappear either.
The busses were around, but they were going to take forever. Mateo decided to walk again. That was how he got around for the most part. He should probably buy a car soon, but he was hoping to get the house first, that way he had something to bring the car to.
He didn't like the idea of someone recognizing his car at that club either. No one really knew him there, but he was sure the few who did would get a laugh out of it.
The walk wasn't long, but it felt like hours until he was finally able to crash onto his bed. He wasn't even tired. If anything, he had way too much energy at the moment. But he still changed and got under the covers. He turned off the lights and closed his eyes, thinking about all that had happened that night.
It wasn't right. Absolutely nothing that just happened was normal. It wasn't anything that he had experienced before, especially with the people he had shared a bed with.
Why was it turning him on so much? It wasn't like he was still super young. He had gotten over his stage of self-discovery. That was how he found out that he was bi. Mateo thought that questioning his sexuality was finally over with. He never knew this was going to happen. If he had, he might have not even gone to this city in the first place.
Or he would have not tried to do anything with Anton. He was amazing in bed, but nothing gave Mateo this much of a thrill. He was still trying to take care of his problem, the last night's events playing in his head over and over again. The words they shared, the pain. It was all something that could sent lust through his whole being with every word that he remembered.
They were insults. And he knew the man meant it. But there was just something about how little control he had in the situation. And as much as he was sore, Mateo didn't need to go to a hospital or anything. His muscles would probably be sore for a few days at best, and his stomach might have a bruise, but that was it. For some reason, he felt like he could trust him with that, at least.
"The next time you make that assumption, you're going to be choking on your own tongue," he spoke low and harshly, sending a spark of both fear and excitement through his body. "Do you understand, Slave?"
He finished with that. The release felt good, considering he had been teased the whole night. He had never been on the verge of release for such a long time. It made him exhausted when it was finally over. But he stayed awake, still thinking about the events that took place.
He remembered what he said about Anton. Perhaps he didn't love him. He thought he had, because of how he felt when their relationship had ended. But Melvin had a point when he said that love was when you did something for them. If that was the case, he wasn't sure if he'd ever find love. He guessed for now it was just fun to piss Melvin off more instead of moving on to something or someone else.
What was wrong with him? Why did he like this? He liked making Melvin angry because the man pissed him off, but there was more to it. He liked the pain that he inflicted, and that shouldn't be hot to him. He shouldn't like that stuff. It wasn't normal. If he told anyone about it, they would look at him like he was crazy. Which meant that he had no one to talk to about it.
Maybe the internet could help him. But he had no idea where to even start, or what to look up. It just seemed like this whole visit to this city turned him into the opposite of what he wanted to be. He didn't want to be a freak. That's why he worked so hard to keep his appearance perfect. Even if he was called a jerk or an asshole, no one would say that he wasn't good looking, or freaky.
He really didn't know what to do with himself now, but he figured that it would be best to start somewhere. Maybe he should just buy a house like he was planning. Once he got that started, he could move onto another plan. Then maybe he would be able to forget this even happened. It wouldn't be that bad. He would just move on with his life, even if it meant him staying in the same city. There were other things to do than hang around the downtown after all. If not, then he could just hang around the beach all day.
Mateo didn't need love, or a job that tried to demand so much out of him. All he needed was some peace and quiet, and to disappear from the world. At least then, he wouldn't have to deal with anyone telling him how worthless he was or demanding that he needed to get something done right then and there. He hated doing other people's work for them. It had worked with him and Lucas because they balanced each other's work.
He really didn't have anyone now. But that was okay. He didn't need anyone.
Mateo opened up his laptop and started looking for those beach houses again. His mind was clearer than it had been in a long time. It would be easy to strike a deal with one of the owners. It wouldn't be long before he could move on with his life. He needed to focus on himself now, not anyone else. He was tired of doing things for others anyway.
He had spent most of his childhood by himself, he could spend the rest of his life like that. It wasn't a problem at all.
After all, why risk all the heartache that comes into love?
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Impress Me Not: Neon Underground
Romance"So, you're matching him up with someone who's going to punish him?" Justin asked, walking with them as they traveled down the long hallways. "Isn't that a little ridiculous?" "Not if he likes it," Will smirked. He wasn't an expert at this stuff, bu...
